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Uh, uh, Tell Ari get on it. It's, yeah, fucking with a made man. Hopping out the new thing, smell the fragrance. I see you staring from afar like, "What your Name is?" I'm tryna see what's happening with you, Who you came with. Know I'm looking like a Nigga when I walk in. Fresh to death, need a coffin. But I ain't tryna be the nigga who be Falling. I'm blessed, I flex, I'm balling. Somebody tell these pussy niggas take a score. I'm hitting shit while a nigga on tour. While these niggas out here capping 'bout the war. A nigga bitch getting hit next door. This rock sand got I feeling immortal. She was tryna eat it up, but I ain't For it. But ain't Had to pass her to My man 'cause he balling. Balling. Lately, I been putting racks in the floor. Woo, I had to stay up on the mission, Get up in the kitchen. Lately, I been cooking, I ain't really into wishing. Don't wanna be so involved with you, baby. Trying to be the one to put this on For you, maybe. It's, yeah, you fucking with a Made man. Hopping out the new thing, smell the Fragrance. I see you staring from afar like, "What your name is?" I'm tryna see what's happening With you, who you came with. Know I'm looking like a nigga when I walk In. One time. Fresh to death, need a coffin. But I ain't tryna be the nigga who be Falling. I'm blessed, I flex, I'm balling. Uh, ch, look at her calling. Calling. ch, I told her fall in. Fall whole way. Huh, and got her modeling. Ayy, shit, fuck it. It's shit, you fucking with a made man, gangland. Got all these rocks up in my knuckles, I'm A caveman. I pull up on her just to Show her that I'm taken. She pull it out and want the smoke just Like a vape pen. Ain't no caping, no cap In my savings. Ain't no feelings, all facts with These Franklins. All facts. Only thing I trust is my bank statements. You do your big one for the look on Your second passport book. Wavy on a yacht in the latest. From her slippers to her tops in Bottegas. Biggest stitches on the Glocks, no tasers. Joints and stitches could have judged her favors. The most player in the club where I caught You. One Jumping out the bulletproof, ice Waterproof. Oh. Ain't hard to see who running shit When we walk through. Juice is serving two felons, We should charge you. We in the Woop like- Oh. It's, yeah, you fucking with a made man. Hopping out the new thing, smell the fragrance. I see you staring from afar like, "What your Name is?" I'm tryna see what's happening with you, Who you came with. Know I'm looking like a Nigga when I walk in. Fresh to death, need a coffin. But I ain't tryna be the nigga who be Falling. I'm blessed, I flex, I'm balling. Oh, yeah.
Siete7x, RJMrLA — Lame
«Lame» — Siete7x, RJMrLA. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:38. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
